John came back home after a surgery. He still stank and there were a few stray spatters of blood on his arms. He got to flat. He looked around. Sherlock's violin was untouched and so was his skull. It was all there, like nothing was wrong.
They were mocking him, making him think that Sherlock was still there with him.
John was too tired. He collapsed on his armchair and looked at Sherlock's chair. It was almost like he was sitting there with him.
"Sherlock if you're there, I'm not calling you a ghost. Just please stop haunting me." John said. Sherlock, who was standing in the hall, silently left the flat.
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
